TWO #3
Clutching my jaw in a firm grasp, he turns my head to face him. My eyes open to meet his intense stare. Brows furrow like he’s angry, his eyes darken to nearly black with need as he lowers his mouth over top of mine. It’s hesitant at first, soft, a light touch, meant to entice.
“Pace.” I whisper his name, and his eyes flick up to mine, searching and finding what he wants because he draws me closer. One hand on my jaw, the other on my belly, holding as tight as he can as he fuses our mouths together.
A match strikes, and suddenly, we’re in an inferno of passion and fire.
He devours me, claims me. Steals all the thoughts from my mind and commands my body to obey his silent demands.
Biting my bottom lip, I gasp, and he flicks his tongue out to touch mine.
Licking inside my mouth as his fingers flex on my stomach.
I grow dizzy with the desire overtaking my senses.
Overwhelmed, confused, anxious, I grab onto his arms, inching the one on my stomach farther down my body, in a direction where I don’t know what will happen.
Jumping when I feel his fingers touch something that weakens my entire body.
I pull away from his kiss, needing a lungful of air.
Pace takes that opportunity to stand and strip off his pants.
I’m half frozen, half fascinated at the way his sculpted body moves so agilely.
Swinging a leg over the bench again, he stands formidably behind me.
His large erection prominent and intimidating as he uses one hand to stroke it and the other to gently encourage me to lie flat on my front, exposing my most intimate parts to him once again.
Goose bumps cover my body, and I close my eyes as he moans out long expletive words before I feel the warmth of his chest covering my back as kisses pepper across my shoulders and along my neck.
“I’ve waited my entire life for you, dolce, my whole fucking life.” He sounds positively primal.
“Pace.” I breathe out his name as I feel his hands on my hips, lifting me up into a position more suited to his needs.
He’s so large, and I’m so small in comparison that he can do whatever he likes to me in order to get what he wants. What I’m realizing I also want. Even if I don’t know exactly what that is.
Pace
Everything aches. Throbs. My dick pulses in my hand, and my mouth waters for a taste of Isabel. I want to bite, lick, suck, and kiss along every inch of her body until she cries out her pleasure. Until she screams my name, begging for more of only what I can give her.
Isabel is a gift from a higher power I never believed in until I held her in my arms. Tasted her lips. And now I want to claim her as a wolf does his mate. I want her to become a part of me and me, her.
Brushing the head of my engorged cock through her dewy folds, ready to fuck as soon as I enter her body, I grow lightheaded.
She’s a goddess. She’s everything I never understood about the female species.
My growl is feral when she pushes back towards me as I pull away, trying to breathe through my need to take her as violently as I can.
My brothers, they all speculate that I’ve never had a woman before, and they’re right.
I haven’t because there’s never been a female that’s made my cock grow to the size it is.
None have ever made my blood pump. From her first tortured scream to the way her body responds to me now, I’ve known there was something different with Isabel.
She’s mine in a way I can’t and won’t try to explain.
I want to do devilish things to her body. Wicked, wild, obscene things. And I want her to enjoy them, but I’m not even sure her displeasure would stop me. Not now. Not ever. Once I take her, that’s it, end game. She’ll be mine forever.
“Isabel.” My grunt is more growl than word. I don’t recognize my own voice.
Not willing to wait any longer, I push my cock through her lips again, coating it in her juices for lubrication.
Dropping a knee on the bench, I use my free hand to lift her hips higher and lie over top of her.
Biting on her shoulder to hold her in place, I slam through her tight cunt and marvel in her screams as I rip through her virgin barrier.
She squirms in my arms, but I hold her in place, using my strength to force her into submitting to me. Pushing deeper inside her body, she bites down on her arm from the pain before I give her my own. “Mark me,” I command. The only teeth marks that will grace her body will be my own.
“Pac–”
“Master,” I interrupt her. Goddamn! I had no idea that’s what I wanted when I mentioned it in the church. “Call me, Master.”
Fuck.
She’s wrecking me.
Hot warmth coats my dick as she throbs around my invasion.
“Yes, Master,” she purrs, rubbing her cheek along my arm that now has her bite marks embedded in the black ink of my tattoos.
Pressing my head to the back of hers, I push her down, completely controlling the way she moves. “I want to hurt you. I want to fuck you so hard you cry for mercy and beg for pleasure. I want you addicted to the way only I can give you what you need.” Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I’m a fucking monster.
I don’t deserve her.
I don’t deserve the innocence and purity that Isabel represents.
But I’ll be damned if I’m about to give her up.
“Please, my master, please…” I wait, holding my breath for what comes next. “Hurt me.”
Fuck.
Dragging my cock out of her delicate pussy, I slam back in so hard that her ear-piercing scream rattles the windows.
I do it again. And again. Not stopping, not giving her any relief.
Sweat coats both our bodies as she lies there.
My submissive little angel giving me exactly what I need and asking nothing in return.
“You were made for me,” I whisper in her ear as tears wet her cheeks. “The perfect little body to give me exactly what I crave.”
“Yes, Master.” She’s not pained, not objecting. In fact, in her voice is…desire. Need. Want. A craving that matches my own.
Reaching down the bench legs for her arms where she holds on tight, I tangle our fingers and bring them back to wrap around her body.
Holding her closer, I slow my thrusting.
Pumping gentler, I whisper words of praise in her ear.
“You’re mine now, dolce, my perfect little girl.
” Kissing across her cheek, our lips meet, and she mewls into my mouth, breathing heavy, panting, waiting on the precipice of her orgasm. “Tell me what you need, dolce.”
I’ve come twice, and my dick won’t soften. It’s greedy, wanting more of her. Needing her own pleasure to blossom, and if I don’t give it to her, I’m never going to get relief for myself.
“I don’t… I don’t know.” Her cry is filled with frustration.
“I do.” Letting go of her hands, I pull her up and back to sit in my lap.
Swinging each of her legs over mine, I move one hand down to her cunt, rubbing gently across her clit, using our juices to give me the friction I need.
Sliding my other hand up the front of her body, I turn her head to look back and up at me.
She’s so fucking tiny. I easily encompass her body.
“Move your hips,” I demand before capturing her lips in a ferocious kiss.
Forcing my tongue into her mouth, I swallow each moan as she whines.
Her body is overheated and on fire as I feel her twitching and rippling, her orgasm nearly surfacing as I help her move the way she needs.
Just as the first wave of pleasure erupts from her, I pinch a nipple, rolling the bud between my fingers as I also slap her pussy.
The sound echoes around the room, ringing in our ears, and just as she piques, I pinch her tender clit harder and erupt inside of her.
My seed splashes against her throbbing walls as she screams into my mouth.
Breathless and out of our minds, I release my grip on her, still holding her against my body and search her stunning eyes for any signs of discomfort or regret.
My cock still throbs inside her tight channel, not wanting to leave its warm embrace.
“That was everything I had no idea we could be,” I whisper against her lips.
Isabel smiles up at me, eyes tired, and asks, “When can we do it again?”